I always found abstract art something I did when going through sober patches (apart from a three year stint on my early 20s sobriety has been pretty much scarce!), but recently, even though I don't drink as vast amounts as I used to, I seem to enjoy leaving little 'presents' for myself. Last night was one of those nights. I was having a pretty dead day artistically, and the urge to just drink and chill the mind was strong, so I fell for Beck's charms as always and settled into a Ronnie Barker documentary. But the paints were next to me, the ink fluttering it's eyes and a sketchbook begging so I just opened it an doodled. The more beer, the more torn out bits of paper. This morning there was this...

The bit that astounds me is that I cleaned my brushes! Ever diligent with those cheap things. Now, I'm not saying I was so pissed I don't remember the night before, my six pint tolerance has now gone down to two large bottles of Becks, but it's nice to know that alcohol seems to be happy for me to still talk to my artistic side. And I have something to do today! My to-do list had shrunk dramatically. I was even starting to put 'have shower' on it just so I could have something to tick off (don't judge, it's still not ticked off, who am I getting dressed up for today huh!)

I hope everyone else is keeping busy and happy in these strange times. I understand I am very much in the minority when I say I am not missing going out at all, my introvert side is swimming in absolute joy! I still keep thinking about getting back to writing my book, but it's already 35,000 words that even I don't want to read back so I guess that can stay in the google drive covered in digital dust!